Chapter 20

CYPRIAN, MOSCON, and CLARIN.

CLARIN. Well, I'll not be by to see, That's a comfort.

MOSCON. How? why so? Need I be chagrined to know, If the girl's not mine, that she Thus to you her debt did pay.

CLARIN. No.

MOSCON. This makes my point more strong, Since to me it were no wrong If it chanced not on my day. But our master yonder, see, How absorbed he seems.

CLARIN. More near, If he speaks I'd like to hear.

MOSCON. And I, too, would like.

CYPRIAN. Ah me! [As MOSCON and CLARIN approach CYPRIAN from opposite sides, he gesticulates with his arms, and accidentally strikes both. Love, how great thy agonies!--

CLARIN. Ah! ah, me!

MOSCON. Ah, me! I bawl.

CLARIN. Well, I think that we may call This the land of the 'sigh-ah-mes'!

CYPRIAN. What! and have you both been here?

CLARIN. I, at least, was here, I'll swear.

MOSCON. And I, also.

CYPRIAN. O, despair End at once my sad career! Ah, what human heart to woe Like to mine has given a home?

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